Alone i sit and think,
about what life is like ,
and how it should be,
but I don’t understand why,
that every time i lie,
to myself and others,
about why my life stinks.
I’ve been going at this alone,
too burdened to show,
that being alone,
is hell for me,
that I’ll always be alone,
with my thoughts and prayers for a home
but I know i made it this far,
so why do I want to go ,
away from all i know,
and leave my comfort zone.
So i keep sitting here and thinking,
waiting for the answer to hit me,
but whilst i do that im packing
up my mind so i can find me,
a resting place of my choosing
and be in peace at home.
So now i sit and think,
about all that life has given me,
whilst i go home,
to the place beyond hope,
where that fatal day lies,
where i can either fight or fly.